Her Heart, His Karma: A Thug's True Love

By Vaneecia

21-year-old Karma is everything a man could want. Or so she thought. She has her own money, her own crib, and she has overcome things that most people couldn’t. Even with all of that she can’t seem to get her boyfriend, Derek, to act right. Her final straw is him cheating on her for the umpteenth time and she’s done and lets him out of her life. It’s time for a change and her and her best friend, Ryanne, are going to make it happen.

Cato is THAT nigga. The nigga that every woman wants and every nigga envies. He is used to getting what he wants and he doesn’t expect that to change anytime soon. Not even after serving time in jail. He comes into contact with Karma once and just has to have her. The only thing is...she’s not like most women. She challenges him to make her feel special and be his one and only.

The two are being tugged at by their crazy exes and the people in their friends' lives. Will the two wind up together? Or will their past keep them from happiness?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Aug 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781648404160

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1

Mind Over Matter

Karma

I can’t believe this shit. The people I give my all to take my kindness for weakness. I gave my all to Derek. Anything and everything he wanted from me, I gave him. If he needed money, he got it. If he needed sex, he got it. If he needed a place to lay his head, or stash his dope, he got it. All I asked is that he keep his dick in his pants. Was that too much?

I woke up to a barrage of Facebook notifications circulating around my man. One of the little hoes he called himself creeping with, had posted a picture with him, and had the nerve to tag me in it. Do you want to know the most fucked up part? This was a female who I had once called my friend. She wasn’t just my friend, but my best friend, Kay. We grew up together, and I had gotten into a number of fights for her behind someone else’s man. I was too stupid to realize that no one’s man was off limits to her. That included mine. I caught her giving him head in my house like I didn’t pay the bills in this bitch. I waited until right before that nigga was about to bust, and ran up on both of their bitch asses. I beat her ass, and then I beat his ass. Then, I dragged both of their asses out my house.

I was Derek’s fool, so I dissed and dismissed her while trying to make it right with him. I’ll be damned this time, though. He swore it was her, and that he didn’t fuck with her like that. This picture was everything I needed to know. He was a liar, and a damn good one at that. Every part of me wanted to go in on the both of them, but I was too through with both of their asses, and refused to come out of character. I was a good girl with a hood side, but today I was just going to be good.

After thinking about all the shit I had been through, I got up and grabbed some garbage bags. He didn’t live here, but some of his shit was here, and it had to go right along with him. I wasn’t going to call and curse him out like I wanted to. I was just going to get his shit out of here, and change my locks. Thinking about the locks, I hurried to call a locksmith, so they could get out here as soon as possible. I didn’t want to run the risk of him pulling up before they were changed. I knew that I was too calm for someone who had just seen what I saw, but I was finally done… D.O.N.E… done! Nothing compares to a woman who is done. I turned on Lemonade by Beyoncé, and packed his shit. The locksmith finally got here, and got started on the locks. By the time he was finished, so was I. I grabbed my phone and went to my messages. First, I changed his name in my phone from Boo<3 to plain old Derek. Then, I texted him…

Me: I’m not mad. I’m not texting to argue, but I saw you posted up with yo girl, and I’m feeling that since you got her, she needs yo shit, and yo drama too. All yo shit is outside the front door, so you have no reason to come in the house. Peace, my nigga. Have a good life, and don’t catch shit from that thottie you with.

Now, that was a little petty. I am still hurt, but I’m also done. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times, but this time I meant it. Derek and I were over. He couldn’t come back here, and he damn sure couldn’t get shit else from me. I was sticking to my word. It was mind over matter this time, it had to be.

2

Not Letting You Go…

Derek

I woke up, trying to remember where I was. It took a minute, but I finally remembered I was at this hoe’s house, Kay. She was a fucking trip. The second she thought she could get some dick and some cash, then it was fuck Karma. Karma was her best friend since birth, and she just didn’t give a fuck, but thought that somebody wanted her. If a bitch can’t be loyal, I can’t fuck with her like that. I knew I was wrong, because I was doing Karma dirty, too. The difference was, I was a nigga, and all niggas do dirt. Don’t let them fool you. It just takes some longer than others. As soon as I was aware, I checked my phone. My Facebook was going the fuck off, and I thought about deleting it for the hundredth time. I didn’t even really know why I had the shit. Karma convinced me to get one, and now, here I was. I saw a message from Karma, and instantly hoped she was trying to get dicked down.

I know I had just finished with Kay, but I swear that Karma’s shit was made of gold. She could get a nigga’s last name with that shit between her legs. I clicked on her message, and went from horny to heated in less than a minute…

My Main <3: I’m not mad, I’m not texting to argue but I saw you posted up with yo’ girl and I’m feeling that since you got her, she needs yo’ shit, and yo’ drama too. All yo’ shit is outside the front door, so you have no reason to come in the house. Peace my nigga. Have a good life, and don’t catch shit from that thottie you with.

I knew right then and there that today was going to be some straight bullshit. Then, something clicked. She couldn’t have seen me with anybody, because Kay and I never went anywhere together. I had been at Kay’s since last night. I opened Facebook and saw what she meant instantly. This bitch was going to make me kill her.

Everyone knew what it was with Karma. Yeah, I fucked around, but that was my heart. Nobody was about to fuck that up for me, especially not a hoe that would hop on any dick that offered her a few dollars. Before I got all up in Kay’s ass, I shot Karma a text, so she knew what was up. She wasn’t going anywhere, and I damn sure didn’t want anyone else but her…

Me: I see you’re feelin’ real bold today, but I’mma let that shit slide for now cause I fucked up. My shit better be back in that house by the time I get there. It’s me and you till the end. I don’t know what the fuck you thought. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

I knew I was dead ass wrong for the situation I had put her in, and for how I was handling her, after the fact. This entire fucking mess was on me. Kay was partially responsible, but I was the one that owed Karma something. Every time she said some dumb shit about leaving me, I got heated. I was her first, and I was damn sure not about to let any other nigga slide up in there. This time, I would just have to prove that I was serious about being with her.

My phone went off, and I knew it was Karma by the ringtone. I decided to look at it after I took care of this shit with Kay. I don’t know what she thought made her so different from all these other hoes, but she wasn’t about to take Karma’s spot. No one could. She really thought that she was the only side bitch I had, so I just let her stupid ass think that.

Aye, yo! Kay, get your stupid ass in here, I yelled.

Don’t talk to me like that, Derek. I didn’t do shit to you, she popped back.

That was another thing I didn’t like about her. She didn’t know how to talk to a nigga. She was always popping off at the mouth and shit, and I wasn’t about to deal with it. Especially from a broad that wasn’t even my girl.

You didn’t do shit, for real? So… you didn’t tag my girl in that stupid ass picture you posted?

She must not be your girl, if you’re over here with me. I really don’t give a fuck. She’s not my problem, now is she? she smirked back.

You know what? You’re right, so let me get the fuck out of here, I said, as I mugged her, and got the fuck up. I wasn’t about to go through this dumb shit with her. I had to make sure I could get Karma back.

You’re really going to leave me for that stuck up bitch? Kay asked. The second she came out of pocket and called Karma out of her name, I was on that bitch.

You’re fucking her man, and she’s a bitch… Listen here… you…thot ass bitch. Don’t ever talk about Karma… least of all to me. Matter of fact, that won’t be an issue, because I’m done with your dumb ass, I told her. She started crying until I dropped her on the floor, grabbed my phone and shoes, and got the fuck out of there. As soon as I stepped outside, I checked my phone to see what Karma had said to me...

My Main<3: Nigga, I thought I was your ride, or die. Anything you needed, you got it from me, so I really don’t understand how the fuck you can come out of pocket to make this my problem. I gave you the best of everything I had, and you climb into bed with that disease ridden bitch, and any other one that opened her legs to you. You know what? I ain’t even worried about it dude just remember what the fuck I said. All yo’ shit is outside, and I won’t be here by the time you make it. Fuck what you thought!

Yeah, I had fucked with a dumb bitch. Now, the one girl who had been down with me through everything was pissed, but it’s all good. I was going to get her right. I thought about the best way to talk to her and